Judge — August 13, 1898 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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OMESTIC DIPLOMACY. “John,” said Mrs. Brown to her husband as he was about to start down town, “I want you to stop in at Nickle and Whooper’s on your way and buy me six yards of ribbon like this sample. Be sure to get exactly the same shade, for those shop-girls are so lazy and indifferent that they will give you the first thing that comes to hand if you don’t watch them closely, and then they are never willing to rectify their mistakes. Besides, I must have the rib- bon this evening, for I want to use it the first thing to-morrow. Now don't send that stupid office-boy of yours to get it; he would be sure to blunder. You need not tell me you haven't time, either. It won't take you a minute to run in there, and you won't have to hunt all over the place looking for the ribbon-counter, for I II tell you exactly where it is.” “Oh, I know where it is,” interrupted John, “That's where that pretty little brunette is. I can find the place all right—don’t worry about that, And I won't forget it, either. Six yards, did you say?" “John,” said Mrs. Brown in freezing accents, “ you need not trouble yourself. I don't believe you would be able to match the ribbon. Besides, I want to see that pretty shop-girl, so I think J Aigall ell: Hi] UTES PACT WELL NAMED. LuLv—"' Dobson has been neglecting his busi- ness and losing money ever since he bought that villa in Lonesomehurst.” Pennpetr —** Yes; he calls it his suburban handicap.” “Talk about diplomacy,” said John to himself as he closed the front door; “I guess she won't ask: me to match ribbons again in a hurry.” ISAAC ANDERSON. PERFECTLY SAFE, AY, Boston ; fear no Spanish fleet-— IN SUNDAY-SCHOOL. They do not have the means, ‘Tracter—" Who was Ananias ?” And we have proved conclusively Bricnt Boy—" Some Spaniard, T guess.” ‘That Spaniards don’t know beans, sxCURSIONS ron THe POR. AN ANXIOUS MOMENT AT THE ‘“‘ FRESH-AIR” EXCURSION, “* Please, sir, I's lost me ticket.” comicbooks.com